Dedication

It is interesting to reflect on the fact that the unexpected can sometimes occur in low moments. It is also sometimes good to share with people the story behind the work they read. The Dedication to Saint Rose Philippine Duchesne has taken on a life I could never imagine, given the day it was composed……

Of Love and Amplitude

I recently both read and listened to two interviews with people who are quite distinct—a choreographer and a Buddhist priest—and I have enjoyed the ideas that the combination has inspired within me. First, context: From the transcript of Krista Tippett’s On Being interview with the Reverend angel Kyoto williams, Buddhist priest. The interview originally aired…

All Saints, 2019

All Saints, 2019 I count on the closeness of Saints. Those that I know have touched down, have pounded upon this earth, kneading it, thumping it, tripping, falling, dancing; each step, however managed, taking them onward in this adventure.  They have lived and shown others the edges of their full humanity; lived as who they…

A Moment the Other Day

Lifting my head, I simply stood on the edge of the walking path, allowing the tips of my shoes to cross over into the slick grass while heels remained on the rolly-crunch of the pea gravel . I stood and allowed myself to feel the space with my whole body, more exposed than it would…

Touched and Touching: Crows, A Carr, A Conversation, a Book

The other day, I posted the following on Facebook: More and more, I simply like crows. They are unashamedly themselves; they are intelligent and act like it; they don’t blend in especially well; and they have serious Beingness. It was a helpful for me to articulate for myself why it is that I have a…

When I Meet up Homeward

When I Meet Up Homeward (Or, Listening to a Choir Set Free) When I meet up homeward with the angels and all that came before, there are gonna be some mighty, I mean mighty, fine tambourines and a choir that sings big about the joy I want to ride. Sound that will roll through me…

Perception and Responsibility

Much as I love walking through the Public Gardens, being within its embrace, it is also a pleasure of the heart to simply observe it in its tranquility from the outside. To lay witness to its Being, its breathing, before human footfall adds its syncopation. It was especially nice this morning while I continued reflecting…

It was You All the Time

He had no faintest conception till that very hour of how they would look, and even doubted their existence. But when he saw them he knew that he had always known them and realized what part each one of them had played at many an hour in his life when he had supposed himself alone,…

Three Stones, God Alone

Three Stones, God Alone I have reminders in my pocket, three stones worth of ballast to draw me down. Down to earth; down to centre; down to the love that is Life in the whirlwind whose noise and whip are to be context for my blooming, confident and alone— Save God, who is beneath and…

Note to Self

I downloaded this unattributed image from Facebook the other day. It got me thinking about a phone call I’d been on recently about strategic planning and the difficulty I sometimes have with projecting out five years, ten years, etc. It got me thinking about call, vocation, charism, what I consider Good Being, and making a…